The hood entered the room, walking towards his favourite chair, a wingback leather chesterfield, he smiled he enjoyed the comfort the chair gave him, the desk had a flame mahogany top which enhanced the deep red lustre of the chair, the chair and desk demanded respect. "perhaps a bit ostentatious", He thought, "but I do deserve the finer things, someone in my position deserves the finer things". He laughed to himself, "and I'm the only one in my position." Pouring himself a large XO Brandy he held the glass up to his eyes as he watched the open log fires flames, through the glass, the flames seemed to dance.

As he sat down he recalled the betrayal by his friend, he thought about the events of April 2034, recalled sitting in meeting room two, how his base would self-destruct after those three meddling traitors betrayed his organisation, He remembered his commanders "it seems we have been betrayed, betrayed by those we considered friends, forcing me to initiate the Delta program. each of them had been giving substantial sums of money and instructions, "have you completed your work?" The Hood asked.
The ladies, his commanders informed him the Program was fully operational, and of course, that ended their usefulness. The Hood began to laugh as he recalled their surprised faces.
The Mechanic was the most incredible engineer and assassin the Hood had ever known, and they had become friends as much as sociopaths can be friends, He remembered how his best friend the Mechanic failed to destroy the TV21? "Strange he never failed at anything". He sipped his brandy, and sighed "Yes my old friend, I couldn't have people betraying my trust now, could I", He said quietly as he gazed at the flames. His thoughts returned to that day, as he walked to the hanger bay.

As he reached the Hanger bay door he entered his code and the doors opened, two figures stood waiting for him, "What's up Boss" a male voice asked "yeah, what's going on?" a female voice added, the Hood smirked and walked towards them "I have a job for you " he started "I want you to terminate the Mechanic he is no longer useful, you have around 60 mins to complete the task. Meet me at Station 2."

2060 present day

The rain seemed to be very heavy that day, the strong winds made it uncomfortable to be out. On a day like this it would be better to stay at home, but there are events in people's lives that force them to do things they wouldn't normally do. Two figures could be seen side by side, one figure smaller than the other. The figure was dressed in black with a black veil covering her face, her shoulders were slumped forwards and trembled as the priest placed his hand on the woman's shoulder to give support, "I am sorry for your loss if there is anything else I can do please feel free to contact me no matter the hour" the priest said as he began moving away. The sermon was short as requested.

The women in black stood trembling her head bowed as the relentless cruel rain continued as if to complain at her presence in the family grave yard, Her water proof black coat kept her dry but the cold wind was cruel as she shivered, looking at the 5 headstones, she bowed her head, shoulders shaking, the smell of damp soil was all around as the rain gave the graveyard an eerie feel, she could hear the priest footsteps as the gravel crunched under his shoes.
The grounds keepers Stood well back as not to be seen, under shelter they watched a hand held portable TV unit they listened as a female reported the tragedy of today's events. The reporters and camera crews were not allowed access to the grave site and police blocked all access to allow this woman her final farewell for those she lost so tragically.
There was a rumble of thunder and a flash of lighting as the rain came down even harder, the loose earth next to the paths turned to mud as it ran down the foot path exiting the graveyard as if the earth wanted to escape the sorrow of today's events. The lone figure began to shake, her eyes welled up and she began to cry, one reporter would later state he could hear mournful cry as if her heart had been wrenched from her soul. The lightning flashed and lit up the Headstones of: -
Scott C. Tracy,
Virgil G. Tracy,
Gordon C. Tracy,
Alan S. Tracy
and Hiram K. Hackenbacker.

Still trembling she turned from the graves and headed towards the awaiting car. The driver got out the car and held the door open as the figure seemed to disappear into the car.